Say it got late
On that one
That life-giver one
Hanging weightless from the wound
In a half-light
Taken up I could hold him
When all falls away
Prayed into each other
You stood in the air
And the ceiling are rising
And falling
The ceiling are shining
And slow
Peeling tongues from the ice hums
And letting it go
And the ceiling are rising
And falling
The ceiling are shining
And slow
Peeling tongues from the ice hums
And letting it go